Like I love Sherlock folding himself up to be able to curl on John’s lap, I really do, I love the size difference and I love that he would want to tuck himself like a cat into all of John’s personal space, and that John would LOVE Sherlock doing that, but. But.
I am so so so in love with the thought of John sitting on Sherlock’s lap. Of him giving up some of that ironclad John Watson brand control, and allowing Sherlock to hold him. Allowing himself to loosen up enough to collapse into Sherlock’s arms at the end of a long tiring day, and let his head lay against Sherlock’s shoulder, and tuck his little socked feet down into the cushions and let Sherlock stroke his hair and rub the small of his back, and kiss his forehead, and just relax into Sherlock’s chest and let go.
John deserves that.